AGYRIS' POV
It's been eight months since I left the castle. Eight months without seeing Arya's beautiful face or hearing her laugh. I had no idea if she has even woken up from the state I left her in. Only the thoughts of returning to her warm embrace kept me going these months on the battlefield.
We had barely been holding on these few months. We were low on food and water and the rations dished out could barely fill the large pits in our stomachs but still we trudged on, enduring the harsh winter we were stuck in.
"What is the status of the men?" I ask Dedi as I warm my hands in the hearth inside the tent. A pot of melted snow was boiling over the cackling fire. That had been our source of water as all the nearby lakes had frozen over.
"Five hundred are injured from our last battle
